Regret

The " Big Bundle of fun" that is Vanessa Feltz has turned out to be a rather insightful interviewer.
I listened to her this afternoon interviewing a 30 year old woman who demanded a sterilization on the nhs because she knew she didn't want children ever! 
The woman was articulate and unwavering in her beliefs, yet I thought it interesting that the woman's own mother had requested a sterilization which she had requested a reversal so that she could bare children from a second marriage.
Feltz explored the fact that the interviewee's upbringing was poorly parented .  The woman's father had also comitted suicide and it was incredibly sad to hear the woman admit that her own mother regretted having any children.
I wonder if the regret of having children is ever real? Ok if your son turned out to be Jeffrey Dahmer the seriel killer then you may furnish some disappointment in the decision , but then , it is widely thought that seriel killers are bred and not just happen.........
Oh dear I've opened a can of worms in my head.

How many people out there planned their kids?
How many are brave enough to say that they regretted that decision?

I'm In Trouble

I fell asleep at the kitchen table this morning with my head resting on that flamingo and woke up over an hour later with an orange shaped pressure sore on my forehead which was colour pink. The prof likes this fruit cover, he says it stops Albert farting on the oranges.I was woken by Mandy my neighbour, who wanted to know if the chickens would eat an old christmas pudding.

The Flower Show Committee

Terry , my nemisis is second from left

Anyhow a day ago, I recieved a facebook message from Ann fronm the flowershow committee. It 

on behalf of husband Terry who is currently 2:0 down in our yearly needle match. 

And I am in trouble.........for Terrence , the wily old bastard, has chosen a range of cakes for our bake off as well as a plate of Welsh cakes, which are Terry's speciality. 

So if anyone has a fullproof chocolate cake recipe , please let me know! 

I'll leave you with some novelty veg photos...please keep em coming

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Bunty Catch Up

I have not seen Bunty for an age.
Not that this bit of information is in anyway surprising given the fact that I don't have her phone number and she has obviously lost mine.
But I kind of wish that she lived a bit closer to us, for I do find her entertaining in a big butch lesbian kind of way.
For those that don't know Bunty first appeared in Trelawnyd many moons ago. She bought some very aggressive geese from me and her foul mouth, blustering way and fuck 'em attitude entertained me from the very get-go.
She is not a lady to be trifled with.
At the time she lived with her long term policewoman girlfriend up in the hills somewhere, but commuted into England daily for her job ( which she never spoke about) she loved her livestock, cut her hair short with a masculine side parting and had arms like hams.
Anyhow, I tell you all this in way of background colour for when I was just about to turn up the Marian with the dogs, she stopped her jeep on the main road.
" HELLO GRAYBAGS!" She bellowed ( Graybags is the nickname she gave me when we first met)
" You look like shite! "
I explained that I had gone into work this morning only to find out I was infact on night shift, and that was why I looked so tired
Someone beebed her as she hadn't put her indicators on so she bellowed out of her window a very lusty " PISSSSSSSSSS OFFFFFFFFFF" before giving me a big smile
" what's new? " she asked.
It must have been well over nine months or so since I had bumped into her and so I was thinking about our news to share before Bunty jumped in to tell me all hers .....
Apparantly she had split from the policewoman ( who had been banging a fellow copper) , had met a new beau on line , and had moved in with her and her 5 year old daughter in a semi detached bungalow in Towyn on the coast all within a month.
The new girlfriend, I was reliably informed, was a divorced lipstick lesbian with a body like Jessica Rabbit.
" why don't you bring her to the Flower Show?" I suggested " I'd like to meet her"
and Bunty laughed one of her long lusty laughs
 " FLOWER SHOW?" She bellowed " We're not friggin dead yet!"
She then pointed to Mary and asked " Is he new? "
" Yes" I said lifting Mary up to the jeep window " Her name is Mary!"
Bunty kissed her on the nose and cackled

" Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers
When she farted....it departed
To a round of applause! "

And with that she sped off into the distance, waving a big fat arm out of the window....I could hear her laughing until her jeep passed the garage shop a hundred yards away!

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The Power Of Song

I'm not a football fan, never have been, but I must admit, I did watch the end of the Euro match Wales vrs Belguim with a certain amount of pride.
Strangely enough the pride was not centred upon the talent of the welsh Minnows but for the generally good humoured Welsh spectators who have received much praise from the French authorities for their exemplary behaviour.

Now Welshmen are no angels, one look at a rough pub around Flint on a Friday night , would tell anyone that, but there is something about Welsh men and women and Nationalism that brings out a rather moving phenomenon; the collective talent for song.

Last night, during the game, the supporters sang their heart out and I was reminded of the film Zulu when  Ivor Emmanual's perfect baritone led the troops in the spirited Men Of Harlech. 
There is something rather valiant about standing up straight and belting out a song.

Russian and English supporters please take note!

The Latest Novelty Veg Photo

This one was sent in by Sue Hammersley who is 53! 

There are a lot of sick people out there

Wonderful! 

Keep em coming 

jgsheffield@hotmail.com

Like A Tart in the night!

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First Proper Snog

I was listening to the radio yesterday afternoon ( squirting anti-inflammatory liquid down Mary's ears!) when this song came on the radio.

Immediately I was taken back to a grubby staff club at the West Cheshire Psychiatric Hospital in Chester...circa 1985.
It was around 11.30pm and I was standing in the small foyer waiting for friends to come out slightly worse for wear. The door to the club opened and this music was playing as a rather drunk staff nurse I had been working with a few months before passed me. He hugged me in way of greeting and unexpectedly kissed me on the lips .
Out of the blue I returned the kiss a second time.....which surprised both of us and I was suddenly left with the notion that I kinda liked it......
LIFE IN A NORTHERN TOWN !